Institute
Distort Yourself

THE REVIEW

Is Gavin Rossdale just a name or also a guarantee? Is it a name that makes you spend or just a combination of letters that in sequence produce a certain sound?
For now, I don't know how to answer. Although, thinking of "Golden State" when Rossdale was still the frontman of Bush, I tend to lean towards the guarantee. "Golden State", for the record, is an album I listen to at least twice a month. Take it like this, as a probiotic.
Then the parallels begin. G&G. Gavin and Gwen (Stefani). The first ignites the bush where I also always liked to hide; the second gets the first doubts – the same as Christina Aguilera? – and leaves No Doubt to enter the soloist wonderland. But do parallels never meet? Are we sure? Maybe in the movies.

It's because Gwen lands a role in "The Aviator," while that devil Gavin plays a half-blood in "Constantine," wearing pinstripe suits revived from the set of "The Godfather Part II".
This Hollywood air isn't exactly an aerosol for Gavin, who calls to his court Chris Traynor, guitarist of Helmet, Cache Tolman, bassist of Rival Schools, and Charlie Walker on drums (the one named Johnny is for the whiskey).
The chorus doesn't want to stray from the sonic perimeter already traced by Bush, yet if the base is the same, the height isn't. And the product changes. Except for "Bullet-Proof Skin", "When Animals Attack", "Boom Box", and "Ambulances", the sonic-melodic variant of Rossdale's grunge remains dormant. Not to mention the cover that looks like a Shell poster.